Page 87 of Their Demon

He released my hip and my hair then pulled out of me, and I collapsed on the bed. He flipped me over so I was facing him as he held himself over me, the evidence of my orgasm dripping from his cock onto my stomach.

He grabbed my legs and parted them, pushing my knees up so I was spread wide for him.

“I can’t do more, Keir. I’m so tired,” I said sleepily, my eyes closing on their own, feeling like I could go dark at any moment.

His lips pressed against mine lovingly. “I know, princess. We’re almost done.”

My eyes shot open. We’d been fucking, but he hadn’t given me his essence yet. I felt the butterflies return at the thought of doing this with him. I wanted it more than anything right now, but I was nervous.

He pushed his cock inside me again, taking a slow, strong tempo with his thrusts this time. He kept his eyes on mine, allowing me to see every emotion and feeling he had. His gaze was filled with passion, his jaw clenched in pleasure.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmured without thinking.

His cheeks reddened, and mine burned along with him. His eyes were flooded with affection, his lips curling up in a cheek-splitting smile.

“You’re one to talk.” He came down on top of me, his hands on either side of my body, holding himself up as he kept thrusting into me. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He kissed me. “So.” Kiss. “Fucking.” Kiss. “Stunning.” Kiss.

The way he talked about me, complimented me with such ease, made me pant, the air refusing to stay in my lungs. My body seized under him as an orgasm I was not prepared for took over, making my head push back into the bed and my eyes close. I felt like I was drowning, but I had no desire to be saved from this, from him.

“I love you so fucking much, Lillian,” he whispered as he planted kisses on my exposed neck.

Warmth flooded my pussy as he came with me, diving over the edge and bonding himself to me forever. A powerful feelingsurged between us, like electricity on steroids. This felt much more intense than it did with the twins.

My body felt like it was burning from the inside out, like someone was chiseling my bones. My heart seized, and I thought for just a second it was done beating. My skin was ready to burst into flames.

He held me under him as I squirmed, the orgasm hitting me in intense waves, one after another, his cock still thrusting me through it. I managed to open my eyes, gasping at the image.

His eyes were ink-black and staring right at me. Intense passion colored his expression. Even his skin seemed to darken, especially around his shoulders, as his shadows surrounded us.

My heart fluttered seeing him like this. It was beautiful, transcendent.

I grabbed his face in my hands, my body still tight under him. “I love you too, Keir.”

He groaned and kissed me harder than he’d ever kissed me, bruising my lips, but I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want this to end.

Just as I thought my orgasm was ending, another one started up, making me cry out to him for mercy. He smirked at me, pushing himself off so he could watch me be torn apart by the sheer power being exchanged between us.

“Tell me who you belong to, Lillian.” I was lost in the undertow of orgasms. He cupped my neck and leaned forward, our foreheads touching. “Please, princess. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours…” I whimpered for him.

“Tell me you love me again.” He sounded like a man aching for the love of his woman, like he might perish without it.

“I love you, Keir,” I complied, more than happy to remind him of my feelings for him.

“Fuck…” he muttered, slowing his thrusts down until he stopped altogether. “I love you.” He pulled out of me and laid down beside me, holding my shaking body tightly, my back to his chest. “I love you so much.”

I tried to calm down, but between finally admitting our feelings and the intensity of the exchange, my body felt like it was going to burst.

“I can’t stop shaking,” I laughed, trying to use his stillness to create some of my own.

He kissed my head. “Are you alright?”

I nodded. “I’m okay—more than okay. It was just intense. A lot more intense than I thought it would be.”

“What do you mean?” His voice was full of curiosity.

“It wasn’t like that with the twins. It was intense, but not that intense.”

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